I’m an obnoxious poet
Because I don’t memorise lines
That won’t sell
Will lead you to believe
I can’t perform
If you don’t know me
Well
From the stories I tell
You might say my best poems
Are when I philosophise
If there’s a heaven or hell
If we’re living in hell or jail
But I’m more of a pleasure snail
I’m saying that
With a wink and a smile
Inside joke
For the women
Who know me
Well
I take my time
Kind of a deviant
Art-ist
So I’m already going to hell
Classified
As an amateur
Professional
Who can tell
That there are women
Who want
To understand these words
Without the experience
I’m saying this
While shaking my head
I don’t kiss and
Spell
Well
That was before
I learned how to ride the waves
Maintaining
The head of the swell
Before I made her yell
On the front of the titanic
Winds billowing her sails
That was a long night
Filled with screaming
And a few things broke as
Well
After we hit an iceberg
Split
I was singled out
In the land of plenty
Sea water
Experiencing a drought
What are you talking about
During that time
I met a couple women
I apologise
For not getting to know you
Well
Ignoring you
Back when I thought interest
Meant you knew me
Well
It was a lack of experience
Many moments
Failed
So I sat for a while
By myself
Met a woman
Right before I met a girl
Sounds like a Meta World
Piece
Insane
Girl was simple
With curves and hills
I shouldn’t scale
But it had been a while
So I tripped
I fell
I slipped
Ah
Well
The woman could tell
Still she adored me
Felt
That connection
That spell-s
Trouble
Exchanging conversations
About the way I held
Her
And
The way it felt
Physical
No undressing
Cards
Sometimes the hand we’re dealt
We get the joker at the worst time
Possible
Best time
Melted away the ice
Got to know me
Well
Told her life story
With that undertone of
Wanting to be
Well
Kissed from stem to stern
To experience a chest ache
Burn
While my hands are on the bonnet
Polishing gently
And although nothing
Came of it
That was when I started to wake up
To who I am now
If you really want to know the meaning
Know me
Well
Ask
There’s a bit more to tell
About what it’s like
To know me
Well